Your Girlfriend in 2D

On my back dark clothes
moaning like my throat as they try
to find the ground in tattered shreds,
every thrust forcing them farther from their sister sinews,
I never planned to make a living
selling the one thing I've ever really had control of.

A camera man yells "CUT!"

I sigh, regain myself for the next scene,
pleasure filled....
well... filled,
and my chest heaves under the shreds of shirt
begging to be let free.

A shot,
a puff,
a light,
some action.

Next scene.

My hands find their targets and
of course my lips follow,
speaking a memorized line,
full of yes and love and do,
but not that kind of yes or love or do.

A hook, and
My shirt whispers past my ear:
save me!
I glance at it as it sails accross the room.

CUT!

"You can't always fuckin look when he takes off your shirt.
Kay, lets do the scene again."

She got away in her shreds,
but I'll do the scene again.
And again,
and again,

and I'll come to you in 2D,

pixelated and perfect,

of course.

Did you even pay for me?